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The will to survive was strong, and Gul'dan thought as he prepared for bed. He had become accustomed to sleeping in the Dark Temple, in a room that he had rearranged himself. Inside he was in the form of tools and items used to summon and command demons: Draenei's soul shards, some stones for large creatures, potions to keep his energy full. There are also skulls, and other bones, as well as other symbols of domination. Some herbs burned in the container, and incense guided the dream.

The smell was a little too strong, and he turned the container around. He lit a little fire in the pot and let the wood burn until the embers remained. With a groan, Gul'dan threw the dry leaves onto the fire, trying not to choke on the smell that filled the air. Then he went to bed—the bed he was inclined to think might be the same bed that the odious Veron had slept in when he was still in the temple—and fell asleep quickly.

Gul'dan dreamed, something that had not been seen since Kil'Gardan left. Even though the image stood in a strange dark place, he knew it was real. The image was a stumbling figure similar to that of an orc, hidden under a long cloak that also obscured his face. He was thin, even thinner than a female orc, but somehow Gul'dan immediately felt that it was a man, and in Gul'dan's opinion, he was delicate and elegant, and the sense of power emanating from this stranger hit Gul'dan. He shuddered as the stranger spoke in his head, the male voice, strange and friendly, and irresistible.

"You feel adrift," the stranger said.

Gul'dan nodded, both cautious and eager.

"Kilgardan promises to give you power... Strength... Godhead. Give you something your world has never seen before," the soft voice continued to spat out the mouth that was still hidden in the shadow of the cloak. These words caressed Gul'dan, soothed him, and at the same time frightened him. But when he spoke, he felt more anger.

"He abandoned me," Gul'dan said. "He made us ruin our world. And then they left us here to die with the world. If you're sent by him, then—"

"No, no. The strangely irresistible voice soothed. "I'm from... Greater sustenance," his eyes flashed in the deep shadows of his cloak. "I'm from... His master. ”

Guldan is creepy. "His... Master?"

Then a picture appeared in his mind. Kil Gardan and the sight of Veron and Akmund a long time ago. He saw the creature known as Ereda being transformed into a monster and a demigod, and he felt—though not seen—that behind this qiē there was a more powerful being.

"Marganis!"

He still couldn't see the stranger's face, but Gul'dan knew he was smiling.

"Yes. That which rules a qiē, the existence for which we serve. You will soon understand that guldan, ruining and forgetting are beautiful and pure, and are the direction in which things develop. You can resist it and then be ruined. It can also be helped and then rewarded with rewards. ”

Still full of apprehension and doubts about the cloaked figure and his sweet words, Gul'dan asked carefully, "What do you want from me?"

"Your people are dying," the image said bluntly. "There is nothing left in this world to destroy, and there is nothing left for them to live on. They have to go somewhere else. Go to places where there is plenty of food and water, and there are plenty of creatures worth slaughtering. The orcs are now far more hungry than food. Give them the blood they thirst for. ”

Gul'dan narrowed his eyes. "It sounds like a reward rather than a task to be done," he said.

"Both... But that's not all my master's reward. You control the Shadow Council, you have tasted power. You are the most powerful warlock among your people. You also know how this qiē can make you feel satisfied. Imagine if you were... God. Gul'dan trembled. This had been promised to him before, but somehow he knew that this Malganis was more capable of fulfilling this extravagant promise. He imagined that he could shake the earth with his hands outstretched. Imagine holding a heart firmly and making it stop beating. He imagined thousands of eyes staring at him, their voices calling his name. He salivated as he imagined the sensations and tastes he had never even imagined.

"We have a common enemy," the stranger continued. "I will see their deaths. You will see that your people are satisfied with the killing of **. At this time, Gul'dan could see the most obvious features, pale skin, thin lips surrounded by black whiskers, and a smile curled into a smile. "It's a good partnership for both of us. ”

"Indeed," Gul'dan whispered. Realizing that he was being being pulled along, he paused and added, "But I can't believe that's what you're getting from me." ”

The stranger sighed. "Marganis will give you all of that. There's more. It's just that... He was imprisoned. He needs help. His body was trapped in an ancient tomb, sunk in a churning sea of darkness. He longed for freedom. Eager to wield the power that once belonged to him, just as you orcs crave bloody slaughter. It's like you're hungry for power. Bring your orcs to this primordial, uncorrupted world. Give them soft flesh and let them chop with an axe. Defeat the natives of this place, strengthen your people, and then go with me with this tide of green warriors to liberate our masters. His gratitude—"

It's this sly smile again, this bright white teeth. Again, the onslaught of this power, which only the will of a stranger can weaken.

“...... This seems beyond your imagination, Gul'dan. ”

Gul'dan thought about it. At this moment, the image of the stranger changed and faded. Gul'dan stood on a pretty meadow panting as the wind blew his braided hair. Animals he had never seen before were grazing. As far as the eye can see, there are healthy trees standing everywhere. Strange creatures, much like orcs, but with pink skin, as thin as the stranger, tending to fields and livestock.

Perfect.

The scene changed again. He was suddenly underwater, and was heading downstream, his lungs not burning from the lack of air. The seaweed swayed with the current, but it did not completely hide some of the toppled pillars, and there was a platform engraved with strange words, gently caressed and eroded by time and the never-ending flow of water. He shuddered, realizing that this was where Marganis was. Free him and... And then...

It seems like a good collaboration. A qiē will be better than staying in this world, and staying will only mean dying slowly. A beautiful ripe piece of land, waiting to be plundered, makes the deal seem worthwhile in itself. And there's more, much more. He quickly looked at the stranger. "Sue sù what am I going to do. ”

Gul'dan woke up on the floor on all fours. On the cold stone beside him was a piece of parchment with instructions written on it, written by his own hand. He took a quick look at it: the portal. Azeroth. Mankind.

Medivan.

Gul'dan smiled.

Wait, humans. Gul'dan seemed to remember something, yes. In Draenor he had seen a human. A genuine human being, that person is Lin Yue.

Gul'dan's men had discovered that Orgrim and Durotan had been in contact with a human, but that human had since gone into hiding. He didn't interfere in the war between the orcs and the draenei, and although the spy told him that the human had met Durotan a few times, judging from Durontan's reaction, there was nothing unpleasant between them.

This is also the reason why Guldan did not intervene in the arrest of Lin Yue, but now it is different. Azeroth, sounds like the home of humanity, just like Draenor. Then this human must know very well, and it is time to find out this human hiding in Draenor.

There was no rush to give orders, and Gul'dan knew that this would require careful planning.

Lin Yue found a clear river, washed his body, and then put on his battle armor. This was the rare time when he would take off his armor, because danger was everywhere.

The cultivation agreed between Lin Yue and Medivan is the totem king, and then he can open the space-time vortex again and return to his time. He had been looking forward to it for a long time, although he knew that the Totem Continent at this time might only be a few hours, or half a day.

But for Lin Yue, a long time has passed. He still has a lot to do and a lot of plans to complete. So during Draenor's time, Lin Yue desperately improved his strength, constantly leapfrogging to challenge powerful creatures.

Such an uninterrupted battle, although his strength soared, also made his mental strength haggard.

Sitting next to the river, Lin Yue looked at Draenor in the night and sighed. You need to take a break, or you'll collapse. (To be continued)